Trip - Breathe lyrics

He thinks there's too many Christmases and not enough Grinches As he studies the back of the Alcha Seltzer pack while watching his drink fizz His cold fingers turn the radio down a bit 'cos he's sick of Dusty Springfield A drunken Santa Claus stumbles past And then spits onto his windshield He hates driving ambulances, the truth is he should've been scuba-diver Today he even took the Batteries out his walkie-talkie to avoid his supervisor But he's pretty good at his job and over the years has saved a bunch of People Only last week he persuaded some crazy guy not to jump off St. Pauls cathedral I will breathe for you I can resuscitate you But who breathes for me? I think I'm suffocating I will breathe for you I can resuscitate you But who breathes for me? Who breathes for me? But ever since Angela's funeral his uniform got a few more creases in it And his ambulance is too warm after his shift so he usually Falls asleep in it And when he does go back to his flat there's a freezer packed full of TV dinners And he may collapse with a tad Of indigestion but least he never has to clean the dishes I will breathe for you I can resuscitate you But who breathes for me? I think I'm suffocating I will breathe for you I can Resuscitate you But who breathes for me? Who breathes for me? Recently his uniform's got more creases in it He's been sleeping in it Recently his uniforms got more creases in it He's been Sleeping in it